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Bitey, metaphorical and ambiguous little writes.

I love music. I like clouds, misfits, contradictions, eyes with stories and worlds within. I adore a brave heart on a sleeve, a risk taker, the second of a clock. Words and inky oceans beckon me. It’s deep.

My pictures are all mostly self portraits. I am drawn toward shadows and movement within an image. I appreciate evocative art – in whatever medium.

I believe the best writing derives from a place of no consequence.

I write about life – yours, mine, theirs, his, hers, yesterdays and tomorrow.

my books



I also am beginning to play around with mixing and sampling tunes. Click the following link to listen and munch on my raw carrots they are crunchy little munchies still gritty with earth dirt and nourished by sunshine and the moon and every planet i have ever wondered of or maybe even wandered. Who knows. Be kind, support other people. Give. Love. Keep it real and use your imagination.

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© PJ Ryan

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“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.”
Truman Capote

  • Joined: February 2008


I was recently interviewed :)

The fabulously talented and generous Erika Tirado recently approached me and asked if I would participate in an interview for a wonderful creative blog. Read my interview and others here and don’t forget to show yoir appreciation to Erika for her generous and creative spirit.
Posted 7 months – 4 comments

William Shakespeare

The forward violet thus did I chide, / ‘Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal they sweet that / smells, / If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride / Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells / In my love’s veins thou has too grossly dyed. / The lily I condemned for thy hand, / And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair; / The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, / …
Posted 8 months – 15 comments

Cassidy Jung

My beautiful daughter said this to me yesterday: / “Nothing will end if you can’t find the start.” / Cassidy Ryan 7 yrs jung
Posted 9 months – 10 comments

nothing but gratitude

“It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst, and then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and I can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, litt…
Posted 10 months – 3 comments